As hard as it is for me to believe, it’s 17 years ago this fall since we moved to British Columbia. There are so many memories of the joyful reunion with our sons, their wives and our two granddaughters .One in particular stands out.
It was a beautiful sunny day when Len, his family, Hubby and I were walking along the rocky shoreline. I tripped, and in an effort to direct my fall, I deliberately tried to avoid hitting sharp projectiles; thankfully, I thought, I succeeded and there would be no damage to my knee. Well, I was right as far as visible damage was concerned but long story short, I spent the next two weeks visiting our local hospital twice a day for infection treatments. Perhaps a silly thing to remember, but this week I’ve been musing on both the positive and negative role that rocks play in our lives.
While rocks can be used as weapons (just ask most kids if they’ve ever thrown them), they are used to build walls that can either deter intruders or provide protection. That same rock that so injured my knee was a hiding place for “sea critters” crouched under it.
As we enter our fifth month of COVID-19 restrictions, we’re painfully aware of the consequences of those who view admonitions for certain behaviours as walls preventing their personal rights. On the other hand, thankfully, most folks appreciate and stand behind those “walls,” realizing that the measures are really all we can do to protect ourselves and others.
The writer of Psalm 71 recognized the safety and security that comes from hiding within the strength of his God. “Be my rock of safety where I can always hide. Give the order to save me, for you are my Rock and my fortress.” (verse 3, NLT)